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Vj vj
red is the color of love because, R-respect E-efforts D-deep Love needs respect, efforts to continue the relationship and love should be deep. ©Vj vj #Holi #red is the color of love
HintsOfHeart.
जैसे लोहे का उपयोग न किए जाने पर उसमे जंग लग जाता है, उसी प्रकार दिमाग़ का उपयोग न किए जाने पर वह निष्क्रिय एवं अनुपयोगी हो जाता है। ©HintsOfHeart. #The mind of which no use is made, is spoilt.
HintsOfHeart.
अपने आपको पूरी तरह से न समझ पाना, जंगल में गहरे रास्ते पर चलने जैसा है: जब सूरज डूब रहा हो और कोहरा घिर रहा हो। ©HintsOfHeart. #The lack of self-awareness is the most dangerous flaw.
HintsOfHeart.
"Something is rotten in the state of Denmark." This famous line was spoken by Marcellus in William Shakespeare's famous play Hamlet. Here, ‘state’, doesn’t mean ‘condition’ but ‘nation’ or ‘kingdom’. Considering the murky manner in which this country is being governed, nowadays, the above quote applies perfectly to 'the state of India'. ©HintsOfHeart. #Something is rotten in the state of India.
Mohan raj
White मेरे अंधेरो का सवेरा है शिव जीवन का सहारा है शिव शिवः मम अन्धकारस्य प्रभातम्, शिवः जीवनस्य आश्रयः। Shiva is the dawn of my darkness, Shiva is the support of my life Dhnyvaad Har Har Mahadev ©Mohan raj #Life lessons shiv bhakti Shiva is the dawn of my darkness, Shiva is the support of my life vineetapanchal Sethi Ji
Sai Angel Shaayari
THE FRAGRANCE OF A PURE HEART IS SENSED EVERYWHERE. ©Sai Angel Shaayari THE FRAGRANCE OF A PURE HEART IS SENSED EVERYWHERE.
Paramjeet kaur Mehra
Yatharth Sahu
Srinivas
Progress whispers quietly in the chaos of struggle. In the noise of a busy day, the quiet progress you make is a symphony of success. ©Srinivas #progress Progress whispers quietly in the chaos of struggle. In the noise of a busy day, the quiet progress you make is a symphony of succe
Santosh Jangam
"Whispers of Longing" In life's melody, she was my moonlit tune, Her departure left the sky marooned. Tears fall silent, washing pain's stain, Lost joy, a bird yearns for rain's gain. Fate's game unseen, where do footsteps go? Fear grips tight, yearning for the past's glow. Moments fleeting, lost in endless flight, Mornings clouded, evenings in twilight. Alone in this journey, only You know, My story unfolds in rhythms that flow. In life's sweet cadence, she was my moon, Her absence echoes, a melancholy tune. ©Santosh Jangam #"Whispers of Longing" The moral of the poem is about accepting change, facing loss, finding solace in the journey, and cherishing the memor